What's Your 20 - The Doppelgangaz

Yo, ayo you don’t have to honor me

Cloak smell like YSL L’homme de la nuit (coughing)

Not known to smoke soma herb

Alicia Silverstone feed me like a mama bird

Cause she heard that he’s a stilted mess

From shorty in the quilted dress that was built to F

She always got her A out, my meters of dirty stay out

He stay way out, steak au poivre bump and lay out

Arlani got catfished

Only to find she was a fat bish

Shit, I ain’t mad at her

Ask Big Josh he ain’t mad at her (I ain’t mad at her)

Spicy rating on the scoville chart

Respect me for my noble art

What’s your 20?

Out here looking like money

What’s your 20?

Out here looking like money

What’s your 20?

Out here looking like money

What’s your 20?

We out here looking like money

Ayo we run the industry amok

Even though the gearshift out the Kia Sephia stuck

These niggas talking 'bout a quarter life crisis

Man, who says you’re making it to see a buck?

That’s why we having fun upon this floating rock

Nah, you can’t define us by your voting bloc

I know some Beckys who be quoting Pac

I know some black trekkies who be quoting Spock (What's your 20 kid?)

We up in Captain Scott’s, hot lobster roll with butter by the boating docks

Shorty from Sunni gender C-O naggin'

Yo she beggin' me to enable my geotaggin'

She wanna know what part of Rio Matt’s in

English, Spanish, even cussed me out in neo-Latin

Yo to hell with the fedora chick

I got a pack of Plan B’s and a pack of Oraquick sticks

So I’m yellin'